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heraldingangel) wrote2019-02-10 10:45 am
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Advice on what?
[ His tone is heavy but passive, not pushing but emphasizing his need to know. A contradiction of wanting to know but trying to keep the boundaries he never quite seemed to see.
This Dean, at least, drew that line in the sand the first time they met greeting him with a stonewall. No need to guess their standing. Even he understood banishment. That ceaseless feeling ailing inside reaching for a severed connection no longer there to touch on.
Subtle sabotage.
Still, he was grateful for the reprieve of another blundered introduction. For the knowledge of knowing exactly where he stood.
He misses that.
Dean keeps going, explaining himself in a way he never did before. The fact that this side of him only came about after he lost his memories unsettles him. Leaves him guessing who Dean sees when he looks at him. He or Constantine. The personality that took over when he had no memories to cast a shadow on their interactions.
At his side, his fingers flex into a ball no longer passive the longer Dean keeps meandering around the point. All he needs to know is what's wrong, so he can fix it. ]
Dean. [ He finally cuts in. ] What are you trying to tell me?
[ He wants that back. The line in the sand so he knows what is real and what isn't. So he doesn't have to guess at meanings he has no hope of understanding. A laughable thought, to think a celestial being with all the knowledge at his possession could be so easily overwhelmed by a listless soul. ]
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[ Some conversations he's just not got the shape of yet, hasn't got into the groove to smooth things over in a way that other people seem to be able to in one breath. Maybe once he would have known how to charm his way through to a conclusion that isn't ten parts awkward to one part I'd like to go now.
Shaking his head he's saved by the emergence of some of his.... well, he guesses they're colleagues now and that's weird enough to think about all on its own. ]
Just thought you should know there's another you runnin' around and knowing him? You'll probably hear from him soon.
[ Lame explanation. He shifts his weight and starts to make moves to leave. ]
I gotta go. But Cas? Be careful, man.
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Why are you... telling me instead of him?
[ Apprehension seeps into the cracks of his unease. Did he mess up that badly? Why else would he avoid himself? If it were him, he'd be the first person to seek out after checking up on Dean, of course. So, why the silence?
Swallowing his agitation, he nods stiffly, fingers flexing at his sides. He knows that line. How many times has he heard it before? ]
Of course. I'll just... [ he looks around, eyes finally darting to the unfamiliar faces. ] Be careful.
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[ There's other reasons too. Like maybe Dean thought it was better coming from him, to soften the blow, or something, rather than the two of them meeting face to face without any kind of precursor.
He doesn't say any of that, just starts stepping backwards to join the FEAR operatives getting themselves set up. ]
See ya around, Cas.
[ And with that he turns away, leaves the angel with those last words before getting down the business with the rest of the team. ]